Mother Daughter Bond

How my Nana is an amazing woman. She is the definition of kind caring, giving and loving. Never has she failed to help others, or do for herself what others couldn't do for her, and vice versa. My Nana recently had her mother pass away just a few months ago. My Nana is in her late 50’s now, she would call her mom, I called her Mammie, I think twice if not up to five times a day probably, ever since the day she turned 18 and moved out for college, she called her mom every single day for almost 50 years. That's a long time.

Nana is a CMA at Blue Hill Memorial Hospital and cared for her mother the most, she would; help her get to doctors’ appointments, clean her house, help shopping for groceries, help her with whatever was need, or just swing by after Nana left work to have a cup of tea with her mom, and just talk. She loved her mom. The bond between her and Mammie was a mother to daughter bond I haven’t seen like no other, I hope one day my mom and I will have a bond just like nana and mammie did, yes every once in a while they would bicker at each other and argue but that whatever child and parent do. Most the time it wasn't even a serious matte just to be plain out silly, or stupid.

I would sometimes join Nana and go visit Mammie in prospect at her home where she lived for 72 years. Her husband built that house for her back in the early 1900’s and yeah it’s still there. I always loved visit Mammies house. The food was good, bonding with them playing card games, drinking tea or just talking about the new family drama, cause there’s always drama in my family about some stupid reason, it was always fun. Nana would make sure the dishes were clean before she left, floors were swept, table clean, etc.

Nearing the time Mammie was getting really sick, hospital visits almost twice a week, blood levels so erratic, one sickness after another, Nana knew her mom wasn't going make it much longer. The one night Mammie was at the hospital the whole family was notified that she wasn't going make it through the night. Was one of the most tragic night of my life, because it was the night I saw my Nana cry her heart out because she knew she was going to lose her mom. Not before that night had I seen my Nana in true grief and pain. I always pictured my Nana as the strongest woman I know, almost never was she to sad to put a smile on her face, or so scared that she might not be able to do anything, until we were in the hospital lobby. I was alone in the lobby away from most everyone so they could have their time with Mammie, as I was upset she was passing away I don’t rarely show my emotion in front of people.

Nana came out and I could see the look in her eyes that she was utterly heart broken. I didn't say anything to her I just hugged her, she hugged back and started to bawl. Never has my Nana bawled in my arms before it’s always been the other way around. “im scared to lose my mom, she everything to me” she said whimpering and sucking in the snot running out her nose. I told her “I know you Nana, I’m sorry. She’s gonna be alright.” After we both let some tears out for a good chunk of time, we sucked it up and went back to the room to see everyone.

That next morning I got the text “Mammie passed” I was devastated, as was my Nana, she would speak for hours almost, she would look at her phone to call Mammie, but she Didn’t need to anymore. ‘What am I going to do now?” she said, “that’s for you to decide Nana, I know you’ll make the right choice” as we stood in the living room hugging, the only words I heard her say was, “I’m going to miss her so much.” “me too Nana, me too” 

(left to right Mammie, Peg (nanas sister), and Nana.)